30

April 14, 2011
I've agonized over this day for months.

I'm officially old. Really old. And I feel every bit of it. My body's falling apart. My patience is wearing thin. And my mind? We shan't even go there.

To celebrate my geezerhood, Jeff took us to dinner. He and the kids gave me a green card with hand prints on the inside and some mulah... there was a three involved and you'll have to guess the number of zeros after it.

I was very happy and humbled by all the birthday wishes from friends, family, and coworkers. Some of my favorites included:

• "Happy death day!" from my little brother, Kurtis. (He just happened to be the first person to send me a birthday greeting text)
• "The grim reaper says hello!" from Jeff
• "happy b-day you dont look a day over thirty" from my cousin Jason
• "Happy Birthday! You're just as gorgeous as when I was in y.w.'s with you! :) from my friend Angie (I think she's going blind in her old age)
• "Hope you had a good life. Never wanted to see you die but I guess that comes with age 30." from my brother Jesse... followed by a long discussion by my siblings as to who would now take the role as smartest sibling because I'm dead now.
• "Happy Happy Birthday To You Old Woman! : )" from my friend and coworker Anna
• "Happy Birthday ya old geezer!!!" from my friend Erin
• "Happy birthday to my Wonderful Wife. Everyone make sure to let Jenny know 30 is the new dead..."